Twelve Inches Beneath the Moonlight

It was always hard to a woman that could take my twelve inches cock and one weekend I went to the beach and I love laying under the moon light

The sun bled into the horizon, leaving the sand glistening like salted skin under a slab of ice. I stripped off my shirt as I walked, the warm breeze kissing my sweat-slicked back. My cock was already half-hard, pressing against my swim trunks like a brand—even the faint promise of a perfect body beneath me had it twitching. She was there, a silhouette in a bikini that barely contained the curves I remembered. The moonlight caught her as she turned, and I saw the flash of her eyes, dark and knowing. *She knows what I’m looking for.* "Hard to find a woman who can take all of *this*," I said, jerking my swim trunks just enough to show her what I meant. The outline of my cock was obvious, even through the fabric. Her gaze flicked down, unhurried. "Hard to believe you’d spend so much time wondering about it." I didn’t answer. Instead, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her bottoms, not asking, just pulling. The thin material tore with a sound like a whisper. She stepped out of them gracefully, bare feet in the sand, thighs catching the light like wet flesh. My finger traced the damp seam between her legs, and she didn’t even bother leaning into it—just let me know. "Mmm," she hummed. "*That* is not empty." Her hand closed around me, rough and sure, squeezing before she dropped to her knees in the sand. The cool bite of it against my heated skin made me hiss. She didn’t waste time—no slow licks, no teasing with her teeth. Just a grip, and her dark throat opening for me before I’d even said another word.

I stepped closer, the wet heat of her mouth sealing around the head of my cock as she swallowed down, inch after inch. Her throat pulsed around me, not with hesitation, but with a confidence that made my hips jerk forward on instinct. I fisted her hair—not to control her, but to steady myself as she hollowed her cheeks, fighting the urge to pull out. "Fucking *perfect*," I growled, my voice rough with the effort of staying still. But she wasn’t done. Her tongue darted out, dragging over the underside of my shaft before she sealed her lips and dragged me deeper, her gag reflex not even a threat. The sand bit into my thighs as I spread them wider, giving her room, and her nails scraped my inner skin in warning. I didn’t care. The way her throat clenched around me, the way her dark eyes watered but refused to look away—it was a challenge, and I’d never been one to back down. I pulled her off me with a sharp yank, sand clinging to her lips as she came up for air. She grinned, teeth glinting in the moonlight, and I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. She didn’t flinch. "Now," I said, "I get to see if you can *keep* it."

And then I said I think I want to lick your pussy and get it nice and wet and then I will see if you can handle my cock

The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. She didn’t even stutter—just dropped her head back, the laugh that came out sharp and breathy, her throat exposed like the rest of her. "*Finally*," she purred, sliding her fingers down her own stomach, skimming over the slick curve of her bikini top before hooking it aside. The weight of her breasts shifted, the dark peaks already hard under my gaze. I crouched behind her, hands bracketing her thighs as I forced them apart. The sand was rough against her skin, but she didn’t fight the position—just sank into it, her knees digging in. My tongue slid through her folds before I even had time to think, the salty tang of her arousal already thick on it. She was soaked, and her fingers gripped the wet sand as she ground herself back against my face, the taste of her honeyed cunt overwhelming me. I didn’t need to see to know it—she was drenched, ready. "*Yes*," she gasped, and I could hear it in her voice—the way her thighs were trembling, the way she’d already started to angle her hips. I stood, pulling her up by the collar of her bikini. The thin straps broke with another whisper. She didn’t look away as I pinned her to the wall of the beach hut, the wood rough against her bare back. My cock pressed at her entrance, her heat a living thing—*hungry*, just like her. I didn’t wait. I thrust, and she was *full*, her tight walls clenching around my shaft like a fist. Her breath hitched, but it wasn’t pain. Not this time. "*Keep it*," I demanded, not easing in, just driving deeper. She moaned, her nails digging into my biceps, and I knew—she was doing exactly that.

The wood groaned under her weight as I slammed into her again, this time shifting my grip to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. She took it, her body arching off the wall, the wet sound of our skin slapping together the only noise between us. The moon cast shadows over her curves, the way her nipples pressed into the rough planks, the way her lips parted in silent gasps—it was fucking art. "You’re *good*," I growled, pulling back just enough to drag my cock through her, feeling the way she was soaked. "*Too good*." She whimpered, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips as she looked down at my shaft, glistening with her, her fingers trailing over her stomach before she reached between her legs. Two fingers sank into her cunt, twisting as she arched again, her walls fluttering around me. "*Fuck*—keep doing that," I ordered, my voice dropping to a rough growl. She didn’t—just dropped her hand and gripped my wrist instead, her nails biting into my skin as I thrust, the head of my cock hitting her womb each time. She was desperate now, her breath coming in short pants, her body moving with mine like she was reading my every thought. The sand had shifted, pooling over her feet, but she didn’t care—not about anything except the feel of me inside her. "*I can’t—*"* she started, but I cut her off with another deep thrust. "*Yes, you can*."

As my cock went in deeper in her and I see she was in a little pain and her beautiful breast rubbing the sweat off my chest

The sound of her breath hitched again—not from her usual gasps, but the faintest whimper as her walls tightened around me. I paused, my cock buried to the hilt, and felt the slight resistance of her cunt clamping down just a shade too hard. Her chest heaved, her dark nipples slick with sweat, catching on the rough hair tracing my pecs as she pressed against me. "*Fuck*," she hissed, her voice sharp with the unexpected sting. "*You’re too much*." I didn’t retreat. Instead, I tilted my hips, rolling the head of my cock against that tight spot inside her, testing the edge. She flinched, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, but the way she ground down against me next told me it wasn’t enough to stop. Her tits were flush against my skin now, the heat of them searing into me as I dragged my shaft out slowly—then back in with a deliberate, grinding force. The sand stuck to her ankles, heavy and damp. I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her off the wall so I could turn her slightly, my other hand finding her throat. Not enough to cut off her air, but enough to pin her there, to force her to take the stretch of my cock even deeper. "*Breathe through it*," I ordered, my thumb brushing over the pulse in her neck. She obeyed, the hitches of her breath syncing with the way her body sank down around me. I felt it—the way her pussy *molded* to me, the way the ache in her face matched the fire in her eyes. Her nails dragged down my back, the sound of her skin slapping against mine raw. I knew she was fighting the pain, but the way she was still whimpering, the way her cunt was already starting to flutter around my shaft—she liked it. *Fuck*, she *loved* it.

And then she said i got it alway in me and she started moving up and down my cock really slow and she was the first one to take my all way and she was loaded with creamy pussy cum

The words tore through the air between us, heavy with something raw—not just surrender, but pride. *"I got it all ways in me,"* she rasped, each syllable punctuated by the drag of her teeth against her lower lip. Her gaze locked onto mine, defiant even as her body betrayed her, slowly, torturously rising before sinking down again. The first descent made her whine, her thighs trembling, but by the third, she was taking it like she meant it, her pussy swallowing me deeper with every roll of her hips. I hissed, my cock stretching her wider than ever, the burn in my own balls matching the slick, crushing heat of her walls. She swallowed me without complaint, her nails scoring deep lines into my skin as she clenched around me, her climax already a living, writhing thing inside her. The first thick pulse of cum hit me like a brand, coating my shaft in warm, creamy waves. Her teeth gritted, her breath coming in shallow, broken bursts as she rode the ache of it. *"Fuck—*there*—*right there*,"* I groaned, my hips jerking against her. She was still tight, her body milking me, the way she was taking it—this way—*fuck*— Her second orgasm hit without warning, her nails turning into claws as she came, her pussy *drowning* me in it, her walls fluttering in frantic waves. I roared into her throat, my cock swelling as she drank me down, her lips slick and parted, tits crushed against the wall as I fucked her through the last of it. When I finally pulled out, she was shuddering, cum dripping down her thighs, her whole posture wrecked with the aftermath. I grabbed her hips, flipping her around so her ass was pressed against my chest, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts—still hard, still aching. She moaned, her back arching as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, my cock already hardening again from the sight of her like this. Glistening. Used. *Fucking perfect*.

And then she said give me more and she said I can handle your big cock and she said I'm going to get on top of your big cock

Her voice was rough but clear as she dragged a finger through the cum slicking her thighs, smearing it before pressing the damp pad against her lips. *"More,"* she repeated, licking away the residue like she was tasting the last of it off my skin. *"And don’t you dare slow down."* The challenge burned in her eyes, but there was something else there too—something hungry. Feral. I didn’t argue. Instead, I pressed her shoulders until she stumbled back onto the slick sheets, the wetness already soaking through the fabric between us. She reached for me, her grip on my waist almost frantic, pulling me down against her mouth. *"I’m gonna do it,"* she growled, teeth scraping my hip as she shoved me away hard enough that I nearly toppled back. *"Get on the bed."* Her hands went to my chest, nails digging in as she sat up, her thighs glistening in the dim light. The way she stared at my cock—already thick again at the command—wasn’t just eager. It was *possessive*. Like she’d already decided she was going to break me down to her will before the night was done. *"Prove it,"* I taunted, shifting back. Her lips peeled away from a smug grin, the curve of it wicked. *"Let’s see how well you can handle it."* She lunged forward in one smooth motion, her fingers closing around the base of my shaft—still slick with her second orgasm—before dragging me down into the pillows. The first press of her knees against the bed made me groan; the way she straddled me, sinking down until my cock *ripped* through her swollen lips, was sheer fucking torture. She took every inch, the stretch so deep it stole my breath. *"There we go,"* she purred, rolling her hips in a way that made me see stars. *"Your big cock, right in my throat."* Her mouth clamped down, swallowing me to the hilt, her tongue swirling over the head with each shallow bob. *"Now show me how a real man fucks."*

And she climbed on my cock and slowly ease down and she managed to get it all way in her creamy wet pussy and I could my cock hitting her bone inside and enough to draw blood and then I knew she was a virgin

The moment her ass finally settled over me, the tightness was a different kind of pain—one I didn’t dare resist. Her body clutched me like a fist, the walls of her pussy milking sweat from my skin with every shallow shift. I could feel her, *every inch*, a living vise, her sweet heat stifling against the head of my cock, throbbing in time with my pulse. She groaned, her nails embedding into my shoulders as she forced herself lower, her thighs quivering around my hips. *"Fuck—yes—*there’s* too much—"* Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop. Not even when the first sharp drag of her cervix sent stars exploding behind my lids. Not when her wetness *flushed* against the shaft, her pussy already stretching wider, the torn edges of her cunt clinging to my length like a second skin. I knew then—she’d been mine before I even touched her. The idea of being the first, the *only*, sent my control spiraling. *"Hold on tight,"* I grated, my hands locking around her waist. I drove up in one brutal thrust, her gasp cutting off as her body took all of me at once. The impact of her hips against mine was brutal, her small frame trembling, her breath coming in ragged sobs. She tasted like honey and salt, her whole body dripping wet, thighs slicking mine with the evidence of her virginity. *"Christ—you’re *mine* now,"* I growled, dragging her back down even as her walls convulsed around me. Her head fell against my chest, her hair damp, her nails scored red lines into my skin as she rode the agony of it. I’d break her in good—*thoroughly*—

As she kept riding my cock and she said I'm your lover and I think we should be the together and and I look at her and said you are the one that can my cock and she i would marry you for your big cock and I said I would to

She broke off the rhythm for a split second, just long enough to gasp. *"Your* lover?"* Her words came out slurred, her eyelashes fluttering as she clenched around me—hard. The friction dragged a shudder up my spine. *"Say it again."* The command was sharp, but her grin was smug. *"You’re* mine, now," she slurred, teeth sinking into her lip as she rotated her hips. *"I took your cock like a good little slut."* Her body rippled, the heat of her cunt swallowing my shaft with each roll of her hips. *"And I’d do it again. Every fucking day."* The thought sent her shuddering against me, her voice rough. I gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes back to mine. *"No."* I dragged her down, her thighs locking to my hips. *"You’re* the one who *can* it."* Her nails dragged down my neck, the sting mixing with the burn of her pussy. *"And I’d fucking *marry*—"* I didn’t finish. Her mouth crashed into mine, teeth nipping, her cunt tightening like a fist around my length. *"Then do it,"* she breathed, her tongue tangling mine as she writhed in my lap. *"Prove you’re serious."* The wetness between us slicked her thighs to my skin, the torn edges of her tightness dragging over my cock, each roll deeper, hotter, until my control frayed. *"You’re *mine*,"* I growled against her mouth—my voice rough, my cock already slicking with the first drag of my cum.

The wedding night begins the way we already knew it would—no hesitation, no mercy. The second I pull her veil down, my hand slides up her thigh beneath the slit of her gown, already soaked with anticipation. *"No panties?"* My voice is a warning, low and rough, but she just smirks, grinding her hips against mine. *"We’re married now. You wanted to prove you were serious?"* The bed is wide, the sheets cool against my skin—until she straddles me, her skirt pooling around her waist. The torn edges of her pussy still clench at the memory of me, but I’m not soft. *"Serious?"* I catch her wrist, flip her onto her back, and pin her hands above her head. *"I’d marry you every fucking day if it meant being inside you again."* My cock presses against her entrance, already slick from her juices, the last drag of virgin blood long gone—replaced by the musk of our shared need. She whines, thighs opening wider, her body arching up to meet the thick head of my shaft. *"Fuck me like you said—*hard*."* I don’t answer. I just *take* her—my weight slamming her into the mattress as I drive into her to the hilt. The room reeks of her pussy, of the sweat already beading on her skin, her small hands twisting in the sheets. *"You—*take*—*take*—so—fucking—much—"* she gasps, but I ignore it. I’m not gentle. My hips roll in slow circles, the wet drag of her cunt pulling cum from my balls with every grind. *"You’re mine—*all* mine,"* I growl, teeth dragging over the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She sobs beneath me, her body shaking, but she doesn’t dare fight it—not now, not ever. *"I’d marry you a hundred times,"* I breathe, my cock throbbing inside her. *"For this taste. For this sound."*